Becoming a Deity from Planting the Bodhi Tree

Longsa clenched the demonic saber in his hand and paced onto the platform.

For a moment, the arena fell silent, including the other platforms.

No one expected that Luofeng Ancient Country would dispatch Longsa, who was ranked as a top-tier martial artist, so soon.

Unlike the Federation, there were frequent exchanges over the years between High Court, Holy Hall, and Luofeng Ancient Country, with the younger generation often sparring with each other.

After all, the nurturing of the strong requires sufficient pressure, and the pressure that can be provided within a civilization is limited.

Moreover, this is also conducive to the three families gauging the strength fluctuations of the other two based on the level of their younger generation.

And whether it be for Holy Hall or High Court, martial artists like Longsa are among the very top, the kind of peak geniuses that a civilization can normally give birth to under normal circumstances.

According to young martial artists from the other two families, Luofeng Ancient Country had already bestowed Longsa with a title, nurturing him as a future prince.

However...

The one dispatched by the Federation may not be much inferior.

All three families hadn't expected that the Federation would start off with a big move, skipping even the initial probing.

At the Holy Hall Civilization's team location.

"Your Highness, is the opponent of Longsa the one you previously selected?" a martial artist asked with curiosity.

To have consecutively defeated two second-tier geniuses from Luofeng Ancient Country, and to do so with such ease, obviously not exerting full strength, this martial artist's power is not to be underestimated, definitely touching upon the threshold of the top tier.

Twilight did not respond, his gaze intently fixed on the silhouette standing with the saber, and after a long while, a smile finally emerged, saying:

"Finally, it's getting interesting."

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On the platform.

The white-haired figure stood opposite to Ji Jingqiu, speaking not a word, his two-meter-tall frame actually appearing somewhat slim.

But an astonishing aura was gushing forth from him, making one feel as if his body had suddenly become massive and powerful, like a towering monument.

That sharp Sword Intent, as if capable of slicing through everything, was truly diffusing from within him, making his presence impossible to ignore.

Most noticeable was the deep-red demonic saber in his hand, long and narrow, emanating a soul-chilling coldness.

There was also a Blood Phoenix perched atop the long saber, its eyes cold and deep, staring at Ji Jingqiu.

Unknown patterns began to slowly brighten on the long saber, akin to ancient Divine Texts, dancing along with the slight trembling of the blade at this moment.

This was a strange saber hum, carrying a rhythm that unsettled the mind.

Ji Jingqiu sheathed his saber, treating the situation with utmost solemnity; this was the first time he faced a peer who was also a swordsman.

Their gazes locked, clashed, the air between them as if it had frozen, and this deathly silence continued to spread, reaching beyond the arena.

For a moment, only the sound of their heavy heartbeats echoed in their ears.

Ji Jingqiu slowly extended his right hand, fingertips lightly touching the hilt of the saber, his aura subdued yet profound, and the long saber even exhibited a peculiar stiffness, as if all cutting intent was confined within the scabbard, calmly awaiting the moment of eruption.

This near-solid stillness contrasted starkly with the surrounding world.

The unexpressed Sword Intent rising from Ji Jingqiu caused Longsa's eyes to narrow slightly.

Both recognized the difficulty of their opponent and simultaneously skipped the pointless probing, taking out their one-hit victory techniques.

Behind Longsa, a vague yet substantial figure emerged, not the Ancestor God's Soul of Lu Sen from before, but a giant deep-red figure, tens of meters tall, quietly standing behind Longsa, holding a huge deep-red long saber, like a sentinel watching over the Divine Temple for thousands of years.

"Sword Spirit!"

When this figure emerged, even the people from Luofeng Ancient Country couldn't help showing shock; they hadn't expected that Longsa had already condensed a half-ethereal, half-solid Sword Spirit!

Especially Count Loren, whose eyebrows were completely relaxed at this moment.

Since Longsa had condensed a Sword Spirit, coupled with the presence of a third-grade Divine Evil, victory in this battle was certain!

Even a five-in-a-row seemed very hopeful!

The next moment,

The immense Sword Spirit behind Longsa slowly lifted the saber, with its tip pointing at Ji Jingqiu, an invisible, vast domain instantly enveloped him!

Ji Jingqiu felt a sinking under his feet, an indescribable weight pressing on his shoulders, trapping him as if he were in a quagmire, unable to move.

Simultaneously, the blood-colored Divine Evil expanded and spread like flames, a piercing phoenix cry penetrated the Spirit God, dragging Ji Jingqiu into another world!

Everything he saw was blood-red.

An endless sea of blood churned, and at its deepest point was a Blood Phoenix spreading its wings!

The blood sea seemed to have life, Swallowing everything in its path, the thick stench of blood stimulating the senses, corroding Ji Jingqiu's mind, separating his spirit from his body.

Within a mere moment, Longsa had set a tight trap for Ji Jingqiu!

At the moment Ji Jingqiu was trapped, Longsa's expression was composed, his figure suddenly rising, the blood-colored demonic saber trembling as it tore through the air, slashing out a net-like gleam of saber light, enveloping Ji Jingqiu in it.

And at this moment, Ji Jingqiu had his eyes tightly closed, both body and mind trapped, seemingly completely losing the ability to resist.

Just then.

A blood-colored phantom tiger, carrying a saber, came charging; the saber's sharp Qi soared boundlessly, pure and flawless.

The world seemed to slow down at this instant; time itself felt infinitely stretched.

Only a flash of bright snow-like saber light remained.

And a faint sound of metal friction.

It was the friction between the scabbard and the saber blade, exceptionally clear at this moment.

At this instant, Longsa, who had originally held all the advantages, had his expression suddenly change!

That sound of drawing the saber, it actually contained some strange power, catching him off guard with a bone-chilling sensation, suppressing the surging Qi in his body for an instant!